Today my youngest turns 2. How has this happened I keep asking myself. When did my tiny baby grow up into a head strong, caring and loving toddler?
I remember so vividly the day I first held him in my arms, I think all mums do. The first moment we look into their tiny dark eyes and there is that rush of love. This was the moment our life was to change forever. Our family of 3 was now a 4 and in my eyes complete.
I couldn't wait for him to meet his brother. The brother that was to be his best friend always, his enemy at times and his guardian forever. This tiny baby weighing 7lb 13oz, with jet black hair (where did that come from?!) was the final piece to our puzzle.
Today we will celebrate my baby turning 2 and I'm no longer able to call him a baby. If I'm honest he hasn't really been a baby for a while now but this whole turning 2 cements that fact. We will go and visit his favourite character, Peppa Pig, in their home land. We will laugh and I am sure I will cry, lots! But these are tears of joy and love. For the toddler he has become.
Then on Sunday we will celebrate with family and friends at his party that he is sharing with his best friend, my best friends daughter. There will be cake, sweets and a bouncy castle. What more could a 2 year old want.
The last 2 years have flown by. Noah can now walk, talk, run and demand. He demands all the time but that is him finding his way in the world, I keep telling myself as it drives me potty. He can count to 15, recite the alphabet (I understand it), sing songs and show love. Oh so much love.
This is one thing that I will always remember. His love. He gives hugs and kisses all the time, is so gentle and caring. At just 2 I am impressed. He is also shy and needs a lot of reassurance but his older brother helps with that.
I do feel sad but also so happy. For this petite, little boy is all mine. And I get to enjoy his growing up everyday and celebrate big or small achievements. I get to cry when he makes me mad and I get to laugh when he does one of his silly things. I get to read him a bedtime story and put him to bed at night. Give him that last kiss before he closes his eyes to dream of whatever a 2 year old dreams of.
A letter to 2 year old Noah,